The weather would not co-operate with my plan for a long bike ride today. It was very windy and riding into the wind is just plain no fun.
I took a car ride instead and went to check out Arcadia, FL. This is one of those side trips Mike and I had talked about doing but never got around to.
Compared to Venice--a different world entirely. The interior of central Florida is farm country--citrus groves, cattle farms, and a few horse ranches. It has its own beauty.
Also, it was a good reminder that there is more diversity in this state than one would ever gather if Venice was one's only experience of Florida. Venice is older, white men with grey hair, gold watches, and sporty convertibles. Then there are the tan, blonde women of a certain age that you would not be able to guess. (There is a reason why the dentist office offers all kinds of make-over services!) I mean, I live in a "poor" neighborhood where shopping at Steinmart or Beall's marks our status. I had kind of started to forget the rest of the world.
I did not realize that a rodeo was going on. Arcadia is cowboy country. I hit a bit of a traffic jam driving into town. However, the rodeo left the historic downtown area crowd free, and I enjoyed browsing through the a fraction of the many antique shops.
California pottery dish, pie bird, small egg cup, Noritake plate, and two Swanky sips juice glasses.
Most of these will be gifts, but I will keep the juice glasses for myself.